HILLCRIST. Well, I'm——! I don't know about touchy.
JILL. He says there'll be no world fit to live in till we get rid of the old. We must make them climb a tall tree, and shake them off it.
HILLCRIST. [Drily] Oh! he says that!
JILL. Otherwise, with the way they stand on each other's rights, they'll spoil the garden for the young.
HILLCRIST. Does his father agree?
JILL. Oh! Rolf doesn't talk to him, his mouth's too large. Have you ever seen it, Dodo?
HILLCRIST. Of course.
JILL. It's considerable, isn't it? Now yours is—reticent, darling. [Rumpling his hair.]
HILLCRIST. It won't be in a minute. Do you realise that I've got gout?
JILL. Poor ducky! How long have we been here, Dodo?